Paroles de Dort

Epically high on a rockThe ocean in my faceI am pissing wavesWaves of desire.It's from you i cameHair now likeWhite foam isEels fly by like gillsScales under waterScales under the skinHidden under the seaCoral as far as the eye can seeCrayfish layer my body

Dreams slither across the sandFins like angels'wingsIn these days of moody bitternessWar without nameIt's you i came to seeNo taste of honey in the windI can taste you from dawn to duskWoman of waterWoman of seaWoman of seaweedWoman of saltI drink youI am drowning